That night was my first real night earning my keep as Moses put it. I didn't struggle with anyone after that. My nose was broken and I was covered in blood and filth from the men who came to the room.... I had survived my first day as a captive, well my body had survived, something broke inside me...my soul, my spirit, whatever you want to call it. I lost my ability to hope and dream. ********** Mark's chair scraped across the floor and fell with a loud bang as he jumped back from the table. He ran to the sink feeling nauseous, but all he could do was dry heave. Was all of this real? He just couldn't believe what he was reading..... The girl with the blue-eyes, eyes so filled with agony he almost couldn't bear to look at them, had entrusted him with her secret. She had looked to him to save her. Mark felt lost in a whirlwind of emotions as he realized he might be her only hope of survival.